I hate being inside my mind trapped with my demon
Yet the creativity it brings me gives me reasons!
Always second guessing my own worth
Struggling to see who is truly looking back in the mirror.
I know we all need to have some sense of self love
So we can fly free with hope in the skies above!
Yet I can't help but stare into my eyes in the reflection looking back
Wondering whose despise is really looking back at me...
Is it me or my demon that I see in the cracks?
Everything can be so cloudy obscuring my vision
Confusing the reality blurring the demon and myself in collision!
Looking down at my hands creations with glee
Only turning to doubt on every page
Wondering if it was good to any degree.
The world building process can be exhilarating
But will the actual story be as liberating?
Finding all my story beats flowing well towards the goal
Or are my hands just stumbling over another into a plot hole?
My art can be free and flowing in its abstract nature
Yet I can't help but feel like a lesser creator.
Is it truly an enigmatic shine
Or just a mad man's pretentious lines?
My poems are a chaotic mess that need rewired
They are just so tired.
Even standing across from the one my mind just can't drop
My mind constantly thinks about what I could have said to her as she picks
In every fleeting moment we have my mind is thinking about it nonstop.
I'm always thinking which is a dangerous game
You can never be sure when you are lighting the wrong flame!
Sparking the pain of overthinking and doubt
Making you see all the things you should have done
Before the flame has been temporarily doused.
I have no one but myself to blame
I am the creator of the demon who puts me to shame!
I always sit there introspectively quiet
As the demon is always ready to mentally start a riot.
Over a decades journey of finding ways to numb the feeling,
Weaving story tales to get lost in another mind,
Creating abstract art that is chaotic and appealing,
Using self deprecating humor that is refined.
I've found a way to shroud the flame away
Using comedy to lead everyone's eyes astray.
So I choose to silently endure as it festers
As I put on the mask of a Jester.
Making others smile and laugh is something I enjoy
To drown out my demon with some sense of real joy.
To see my family smile with pride,
To hear my friends laugh along the ride,
To know acquaintances and strangers enjoying everything in stride,
To get lost in her smile and laugh which can't be denied!
Seeing the effects my comedy can have behind my mask is healing
As I conceal the cracks of my demon who's in my head screaming!
I was content with everyone blissful unaware
Keeping my demon caged away from everyone's care.
I hide behind my comedy so you can't see the cracks through my mask
I promise there is no need to worry...
I promise there is no need to ask...
There is enough pain going on so just laugh and don't look back.
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Masking Comedy
PoetryThis is a poem about how I mask my pain because I can sense the mask cracking little by little over the last few years. This Poem is inside my poem compilations story Inside the Madness of My Mind where I give more insight into my thoughts and feeli...